Broken Wings ➳Gally{2}

Like Your Crazy

"You did not beat me!"
Thomas continues to bicker with Teresa as the three of us walk down the guarded hallways retrieving ourselves back to everyone else for our dinner after we did or strategy tests.

"Oh what you can't accept that you got beaten by a girl? Blake beats you everyday." Teresa fires at him and I continue to giggle at the both of them.
Just admit you like each other already.

"Hey my favourite."
"Don't let Minho hear that." I whisper to Newt meeting by his side as I pull out the tray full of lunch sitting beside him but already losing my appetite the moment I see Albys empty seat.

They're sending someone else up tomorrow. And every time I think about it. I can't help but wander who they'll take away from us next.

Whose life is she going to ruin.
My thoughts are instantly interrupted when a tray settles beside me yet it isn't Minhos.
Or Justin's.

He silently plants himself beside me as if it's normal and I keep my eyes only locked on him now. Like there's nothing else important to look or think about.

"Grumpy." I acknowledge and he shoots me a grin before hitting his food. "Blake." He says back with a nod not looking anywhere else either.

"We sit next to each other now do we?"
My previous worried look turns into a wide smile.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"
Newt stares at the both of us surprised and I quickly stomp my foot under the table to force him to not attract any attention.

And return my attention back to Gally to see what his excuse of sitting next to me.

"Well I could sense your too much deep thinking from the other side of the room so someone had to stop it. Seriously you look like you've been hypnotised by your thoughts."
He mutters a lot more quietly by my side and I stare at everyone else who have broken into their own conversations.

"Surprised you even know what the word hypnotised means-"

"He's in my spot." Oh hear comes the drama queen.
"Minho there's a seat literally next to him." I quickly point out looking at the seat next to Gally.

"No but that's my spot." He complains further as he grips his overloaded tray filled with food.
"If you stop complaining you can have my food-"

"I'll move." Gally quickly interrupts me grabbing his tray and I fight the urge in me to scream don't.
"He's always whining-"

"Hey I'm not!" Point proven.
"It's okay, don't give your food away, I'd rather have you eat." He shrugs so carelessly as if that isn't the most caring thing I've heard all day.

He picks up his tray, and stands. But before he moves he drops something in my lap and I quickly hide the piece of paper in my hands.

Smooth Galileo. Smooth.
"Funny." Newt comments and I hide the paper in my sweaty palms as if I've done nothing wrong.
"Hmm?" I smile innocently at him.

"We gonna talk about it?"
Newt asks and I look around trying my best to hide my smile but I couldn't.
"Talk about what?" Minho asks Newts and Newt shares a gaze with him.

Why are they talking with their eyes?! What are they saying to each other? Let me be apart of this eye conversation I feel left out!

"You like Gally?" Minho whisper hisses at me and my mouth drops. No fucking way. No way they got that from silent eye conversations.